Somewhere by Barb Montanye Kleeman

Somewhere deep within my soul I hear a voice but it does not speak to me with words. It is the thing that keeps me going when times get rough. It is what gives me hope. It is what feeds my overwhelming instinct that somehow everything will be all right.
Even during the darkest days there is this tiny voice that urges me to get out of bed, go outside for a walk or to pick up a phone and call a friend.
For many years this voice was stifled, hidden beneath so much garbage that I could barely hear it. Now once again it grows stronger and I know that although I cannot hear it, it is there.

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